IRRIT - ANTS

We have them, sometimes it's us, sometimes it's you,
swat all away like flies to the back of the queue;
feel sorry for insensitivity, pathetic it seems to me,
use your time, don't waste mine, so act prudently.

'You're late, sharpen up at both ends, silly mon ami;'
'I don't mind, it's others looking down on your infamy;'
'We'll have to let you go, not bright enough to know,
and you just can't help being a little bit too slow.' 

We don't like to hate - pity is more appropriate,
some things will never really improve, it's too late;
you can't expect a fool-less world, they're there,
they don't even realize, understand, we don't care.

So as you're planning a coup de'tat, we raised the bar,
and any interruptions will never get you very far.